Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Tag Archives: this won’t end well

Seriously, y’all. This is not a word. Don’t make adorable otters stabby.

May 19, 2013 · 1 Comment

In which I succumb to peer pressure.

Of course, I also started this blog because of peer pressure, so this is all your fault, peers.  Anyway, The Bloggess and Filing Jointly have both done Rules for Life … Continue reading

May 18, 2013 · Leave a comment

He’s the least feared bounty hunter in the galaxy.

Don’t sue me, George Lucas!  Look, a shiny object!

May 17, 2013 · Leave a comment

Just a reminder that not everything cats do is adorable.

A lot of stuff is, though.  Like purring loudly enough to startle people in the next room. (Totally self-indulgent video of Charlie purring like a buzzsaw.  What the hell is … Continue reading

May 16, 2013 · Leave a comment

No big story for this one – I just thought the combination of fire and hammers would be a terrible plan for him.

His horseshoe didn’t go so well.   Actually, thinking back, I may have drawn this one right after seeing Act 1 of Il Trovatore, so I imagine the Anvil Chorus … Continue reading

May 14, 2013 · Leave a comment

Sometimes these are drawn directly from shit my cat does.

Isn’t it sweet how he likes to ‘help’ me with my crocheting?   I particularly like the defensive look in his eyes – “What?  I didn’t do anything.  What makes you … Continue reading

May 13, 2013 · 1 Comment

If you’re not familiar with tentacle hentai, this google search is about to get realllll awkward.

This is pretty darn similar to ‘. . . Meets Cthulhu’, but it’s kind of important that, in this case, the tentacles are coming up behind him.  I need a … Continue reading

May 10, 2013 · Leave a comment

Just call him Amelia Owlheart.

He’ll be okay.  His mom packed him a lunch.

May 6, 2013 · Leave a comment

Even my cartoon owl is better at flirting than me.

Yeah, baby.  He’s a sexy beast.

May 3, 2013 · Leave a comment

In which hope flares again, briefly, then smashes on the ground like so much mint chocolate chip. Mixed metaphor, boom!

Actually, it’s a mixed simile.  Is that a thing?  I’m making that a thing. I feel like there should always be a sad trombone at the end of these little … Continue reading

May 2, 2013 · Leave a comment